"Kurt!"

He groaned as Isabelle's voice carried across the room, because her tone implied that he would have to leave the nice, warm and comfortable office and lug himself and his entire equipment to some cold and abandoned place out in the January frost.

"Yes, Isabelle?"

"Oh quit the tone," she scolded him playfully when she spotted his eyes rolling back, "you're going to love this one."

"Sure, if I don't lose limbs to the cold," Kurt sighed, "what is it?"

"The BDA shoot."

Oh.

His eyebrow quirked up and she nodded with a grin, a little too knowledgeably for Kurt's taste, but it was his own fault. The job she was referring to was a recurring one, the same model for a designer who'd declared him "her muse", not that Kurt could blame her. The model in question wasn't even a runway or photo model really, but rising Broadway star and singer Blaine Anderson. The very same Blaine Anderson whom Kurt remembered from the days he referred to as "dark times", back in Ohio.

They grew up relatively close to each other, only two hours apart, though their lives couldn't have been more different. Kurt's personal hell on Earth called Lima was nothing like the cushy and safe Westerville and the school Blaine attended, Dalton Academy, whose glee club was the strongest competitor for the one Kurt was a member of at McKinley High, The New Directions. So of course he did know of Blaine before he started gaining fans and admirers, but Kurt was also aware that he wasn't even a blimp on the radar of the star.

"But I thought Amelie was handling that one?" Kurt asked, puzzled because he had seen the girl earlier in the day.

"She was," Isabelle shrugged, "it's yours now."

"Is…"

"Don't complain, Hummel," his boss laughed, "you know you want to go."

He managed to duck his head before his blush became way too obvious and mumbled to himself about 'insufferable meddler' which Isabelle caught and rewarded with a chuckle.

"OK, OK, I give up," he sighed and leaned back in his chair, "when is it and where?"

"You have time for lunch," she looked at her watch, "the location isn't too far, but bring your warm parka, it's an empty warehouse, so heating will be scarce."

"Oh joy," Kurt groaned, "just what I need."

"Now, you have two hours, Amelie should be emailing you the set up and brainstorming right about now," he heard the tell-tale beep of a new email arriving to his phone, "and the crew will be there before you're due."

"When is Bl… Mr. Anderson due?" he asked, attempting to maintain some semblance of professionalism.

"Blaine," Isabelle smirked again, "should be there about half an hour after you. His publicist will call if they're delayed; I think he's coming out of an interview or something."

Kurt let his head fall on the desk as Isabelle walked away, then gathered up his phone and laptop, stashed them in his bag and with a sigh, headed out to get lunch.

This will be a long afternoon, he thought with a mix of excitement and dread.